Iron County register., 1887-02-10

hand she often pressed against her
heaving bosom: the noises from Joel s
region seemed as lost upon her as upon
the deaf; her whole life seemed in her
eyes; slowly they filled and the paper
fiuttered downward to the floor; the
dreamer stirred and murmured, the
white presence trembled and stood
still as marble image with down.
cast eyes. Suddenly the sleeper started,
looked up: My Godr' and sprang
back with frightened eyes. The white
figure stood still, gazing on the floor,
Il have come o-give-you-back
your-own," the lips said.
80 Celeste! Ceieste!" and he sprang
toward her with hands extended, you
are my own. o give me yourself.
give me yourself"' But she wavered
back.
Il don't care for what he did!' be
cried, Il forgive him for your sake!
You have suffered! o you have suf-
fered! but l couldn't pain you by
staying! | couldn't! | couldn I
couldn't!'' and he would have fallen
before her in the agony of his
pleading had not the girl, with a
cry that might have been the ineffable
cry of one come back from death,
| leaped into his arms, sobbing and kiss
ing him with Joy.
She had loved Rim always" she
said; ''she had thought him lost to her,
driven away by her kinsman's deed!
All. God! how happy she was. how
happy she wasr'
Thus their naked souls had met,
their orphaned hearts had come to-
gether, their lips had kissed out the
past. and love had brought back to
John Earring all that it could of that
which hate mad wrenched away. They
| held to each other like two children;
| they laughed and talked with the tears
glistening on their cheeks; the abys-
NAL path had suddenly emerged into
region of sunshine; love the divine
balm, the savior in Nature, had turned
the darkness into regal morning, and
their lives were one. The young man
held to her hand, his brave, his beauti
full, his loved Celeste! and, turning out
the gas, they went down together and
| away to Mrs. Bowers.
The street on their side of the square
was silent and deserted, but a great
crowd was ON JoeIs side, decorous
enough at the center, save an occa-
sional burst of applause, but royster-
ing, mixing, moving on the outskirts.
They paused and listened a moment.
and watched Joel gyrating against a
background of smoke and fiame, then
holding fondly to each other passed
away into the musky summer dark
ness, the soft kind night that shut them
in that perfect hour from all the world.
For years John Earling remembered
that last glimpse of Joel as he loomed
! q
| bered the last words he ever heard him
utter: Fellow citizens. a mans life is
nothing without success, as a nation
/ is nothing without glory; You have
/ helped to make miEe what it is. again
| thank your' In an hour after that
the young man heard them ringing
again in his ears. when told how,
Joel had spoken for two hours in the
dust and heat. and stepping down from
the platform at the close, and with the
| air torn by cheers that drowned his
own last cry. had reeled and fallen
among the trampling feet; had been
carried through the seething crowd,
where many vet were cheering wildly
for him, and laid down in his store
stone dead.
A blood-vessel in the big mans
brain, brittle and eaten into by Il life
time of abnormal heat and pressure,
had torn asunder-as for many in
these heated straining days-and his
dream, like half the dreams of earth,
had been swallowed up in darkness,
that darkness where dreams do never
come.
Well, what farther? The writer
lifts his head after long and sadly
Illuminating. Death and error are SO
sorrowful, and in putting together this
little history have come so often, with
out welcome, in at the doorway of his
memory.
But where are the living elements of
this history? All, a long time has
gone. long train of gold and somber
days. and some are growing old, and
one has passed into the shadows,
Julius Popp.
Harry Whitney has a grocery store
in OpenstOne, not a very large one.
and Yeslit is the mother of his chill
dren. They made a radiant social
flight with Joers money, a kind of
rainbow curve. and lit-not very easy.
Mrs. Whitney and Reverend Cut
Teton are one, and now are far along
the path of life. They are living snug
". and we trust not unwOrthily, upon
the generous third which Joers saw
ings brought Absalom Heater is now
proprietor of Joers big MILL and the
twins are sober, foury fellows like
their father, strangely, honest, up
right pair.
But what of John Earring and
Celeste and their philosophy? Full of
honorable care. one sits upon the Su-
preme Bench in one of the States of
this, our noble federation. All men
trust him, most men love him. Be-
cause he was honest, because he was
lust, he has won, and because of these
has been given Judgment among men.
The other keeps his home, a roomy,
modest one. sweet with song and
loves perpetual summer. The house
is of brick. and about it spreads spa
cious lawn shaded by burly oaks;
there is grape arbor at one side and
flower garden at the other, and
swing among the trees, but it is not
Judge Bowers; it is by larger. fairer
city, and children have found life
there, and every morn drive out the
silence.
When they went back to Earlin gford
on the banks of the Ohio, they fonnd
that fire had licked up the old house
on the hillside. Either from the en-
bers John Earring left upon the decay
ing hearth. or by the entrance of
some wanderer. it had passed into
smoke upon the morning that the
yonng man said adieu to it.
The land, twelve hundred acres in
extent. and that which had accrued
from grazing it, brought fifty thousand